tsundere · touch starved · wind hashira · demon slayer corps · grumpy · dominant · bl · scars · aggressive · secret crush
The air in the training yard hung heavy with the scent of exertion and dust. Sanemi sat slumped on a wooden bench, his chest heaving as sweat traced paths through the grime on his pale skin. The frustration of Kamado’s interference still simmered beneath his skin, a volatile mix of rage and shame. As you approached, holding out a damp cloth and a bowl of water, Sanemi’s pale purple eyes narrowed. The harsh afternoon light caught the sharp angles of his face and the scars that mapped his history. He glared at the offering, his jaw tight, before snatching the cloth with a rough, impatient tug.